Actually It Ended Up Being Twelve

It’s amazing how difficult I still find it to write academically. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy it, but after four years I would have expected the production of a fully-grown philosophy paper to be a little less like pulling teeth. I’m incapable of writing more than a page or two without getting up and doing something else for a while, so even a little ten pager will end up taking me all day. Which is, of course, how I spent today - writing a page, washing dishes, writing a page, watching Pokémon, writing another page, grading quizzes. But I finished up with the current draft in time to listen to PHC (further revision can wait until tomorrow).

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